Dear Reader, 05/15/2013
It had never occurred to me until I wrote my first essay for this class that writing could be so powerful to express my feelings, my thoughts, and my unspoken words. Now I wonder how many of my thoughts died in me for not putting them in words. To me, it’s an abortion, suffocating my thoughts before they could make a difference in the real world. I felt like I had killed my self-hood all those days; I had lot of potential thoughts that could have stopped so many things around me which I didn’t like, or I at least could have made my ideas heard all those tough time in my society.
I believe any constructive ideas can change the notion of our passive living. We don’t live our own life. We live what we’re told. We don’t decide what is right or wrong; we’re taught what’s right or wrong. I don’t blame anyone for that but me. I thought, I had a hope, someday all these social disease would be cured, our people would live their life and no one would starve to death because of poverty.
I had tough time when I was in Bangladesh in every sector of my familiar environment. I shouted at police because they’re beating helpless people; I cursed out doctors because they denied taking care of the patients, they didn’t have empathy for their patients. I pointed out the corruption of student politics. I fought for the right of general students like me who’re not part of any political party. This was our choice for not being involved under any corrupted authority. That was our conscious choice.
My parents taught me, ” Be always polite with other people; be good to others.” Hey, I am sorry I can’t stand aside while the weaker one gets beaten by the stronger, while people are deprived of their fundamental rights. And I don’t regret for those reckless acts.
However, I have discovered a new weapon now. That will definitely give my parents a little peace in their mind, I know that. I will write. I will write about things that I like; I will write about things that I don’t like. I will praise them with my words; I will shout at them with my words. I will deconstruct the social construct in my writing. And I know my writing will be lot stronger than what I did in the past.
That’s all I have learned from our semester-long work together. Without this class, I wouldn’t have learned that I could write. And I thank my Professor Cheryl Smith for teaching me the new writing styles that I never learned before. Thank you my all classmates for giving me all feedback on my writing.
On 15th May when I’ll walk out of that small room, I will tell myself confidently,” Hey, you can write as well.”
Once again thank you Prof. Smith for giving me all the appointments that I have asked for. I greatly appreciate your valuable time that you have spent on my writing. I owe you for that.
Sincerely,
amzad
Dear Amzad,
Thank you for these thoughtful and heart-felt words. They mean a lot to me.
Cheryl